Eleven months ago, we were on our way home from vacation in Colorado. We'd had a great time and enjoyed the trip as our last vacation of a family of 3. I was overjoyed at the thought of being pregnant after struggling with secondary infertility. I had no idea that the baby we wished and prayed for had passed away. Two days later was my daughter's third birthday. I talked about my pregnancy and got many congratulations. Two days after that, I started bleeding. I went to my doctor for what should have been my first OB appointment. I had a sonogram and it was determined that our baby did not have a heart beat. Late that night, I began to miscarry naturally. The next morning I had another sonogram and was told I would need a D&C. That day also happened to be my birthday.
Also, a year ago today, I got my BFP. (Big fat positive...pregnancy test). 09/09/09 is a hard date to forget. I told my husband two days later on 9/11 so that he would have something to celebrate instead of (only) feeling sad about the WTC/FDNY.
Today is a somber, sad day for me. I'm struggling with these 'milestones' more than I imagined that I would.
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